An angel from on high.
Came down and bestowed upon me
A gift of wondors
But I asked if
I could have another miracle
The angel smiled sadley
And told me they couldn’t
I couldn’t help
The tears that fell
But…
I looked up to see
The angel staring down upon me
The angel said then
With grace and beuty
I shall be the person you love
Guardian angel.
And so was the making of the gaurdian angel.
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